At 8:16 a.m. on Thursday, June 30, Asher Benjamin Googer was born. The first thing he asked out of the womb was, “Hey – where’s MY blog post? I see Ethan has, like, 100…but me? Nothing! I see who you love more.” Ah, sibling rivalry. It begins.
Right out of the box
“Whoa, is it bright out here? Or is it just me?”
Asher came out weighing 7 lbs, 12 oz and measuring 20 3/4 inches. At a month old, he weighed approximately 10 lbs, 3 oz (using the old “weigh yourself, then weigh yourself holding the baby” method). Let’s just say, he’s not petite.
The first month has been a good one. This experience has been a whole new ballgame, seeing as last time, Ethan was in the NICU his first 30 days. And I didn’t have a 20-month-old at home. So recovering from that C-section went fairly quickly. The recovery from this one has taken a little more time, but I’m feeling well now. Thankfully, I’ve had lots of help – from Hans (of course), my mom, Hans’ mom, and friends. Without them, I would’ve missed out on a LOT of naps. And a lot of tasty meals that I didn’t have to cook. (Yessss.) 🙂
One of the most frequently asked questions is: “How’s Ethan adjusting?” And…he’s adjusting. He seems to like Asher (“Baby!”) enough. But like many an older sibling who was used to being an only child, at times he misses my full attention. And throws a crying fit to let me know. Here he is at the hospital on the day Asher was born:
“Maybe no one will notice…”
“Name’s Ethan. That’s Mr. Ethan to you.”
“I’m going to assume you don’t know you’re hitting me right now.”
“I was at least this cute. Right, Mom?”
“My new toy is awesome!”
Asher seems to have inherited some of his daddy’s good looks. He’s got Hans’ darker skin tone (Ethan is nice and pale like his mother), mouth, nose (maybe…we’ll have to give it time), and my favorite: his oft-furrowed brow:
“Nothing’s wrong. I’m just thinking.”
“Jab! Jab! Uppercut!”
Before we go, Ethan wanted to model some headgear for you: